Of What Used Too Be Poem by pilar killeen

What used too be...
can these poems ever answer the doubts in my mind?
this static in each space of my mind when i think of all,
i wish i hadnt done for you,
when i said those words and you threw them back at me,
cause it was then you'd told of how none of it could be true,
all from you i dont believe the next person that tells me the first,
truth,
cause its a distorted and figment of my discuise
just like it used too be for us,
a faded picture in my head
even a proper picture of us
doesnt replace what i think of you
when i think of you
it melts and twists
and even i've stopped 'wondering'
no courage too pick up the phone too say all that
almost was said,
i was fearful of your reply
thats the last i heard your voice
and the first of your truths came just
way too late.